Speaking My Mind is about: Tobi, who is a middle aged, no, oh all right a slightly over the hill woman with all the imperfections that go with that, and this concerns her daily life's perceptions and experiences.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Dagnamit! Drat! Damn! Darn it! I am not a happy person on many a day, yet, I seem to be the only human being that is on Facebook that feels this way so regularly; so arrest me now!
All these happy people make me feel worse than ever before; being alone in my misery.
One, of my kind actually had a great day due to being able to move her knee, what’s that all about? That’s what they call a glass half full I suspect, boy do I need a refill, and to me it was way too sad… to believe that is something great for us in the wheelie chair sect.
If she had lifted the knee, the ankle, the whole dang leg; now that would be the time to shout Halleluiah, not a piddly small specimen of a knee?
I know, I know, I know, a glass half full thingy…sure Halleluiah pal of this sisterhood/brotherhood of the traveling Multiple Sclerosis Kingdom that circumvents the world that we all belong to! BIG HIP, HIP HOORAY new friend of mine.
Why is the world so divided with the ones who no matter what find the joy in the worst of things deluged on them, and yet smile/grin and bear it like a trouper?
And then there seems to be only me, bitchy, twitchy, and complaining loud and clear and often as all get out, but never ever understood by the many, now why is that?
The only validation I seem to get is by depression counselors, not that I go that much only twice, once after my Mom died, for grief counseling, at thirty-one losing your Mom in an eleven and half hours from a massive stroke when that wasn’t one of her health issues can be pretty devastating to any family member and so I went. The second time was trying to deal with all this MS stuff and even the counselor said that I have every reason to be depressed, but since it only lasts for a few days at a time not weeks or months I was told that I was just hunk dory and that if needed to go back at anytime the door was open. So far I have not been back.
Yep, my doldrums last only a day or two these days, but I am sure that some of you who if you were truly honest would admit to them too.
And as we all know that seeing happy, too happy folks, just makes your problems seem insurmountable and also seem that no one would ever understand.
I get that, but don’t like it… oh wait, that was me talking about me.
In closing, I have always been way too sensitive that is nothing new and when I don’t hear from people I care about it adds to my physically bad days… hands, arms, shoulders, eye and mind have all been behaving very badly today and most days to be honest.
And due to all these problems which no one seems to get but me I am stepping down from the papal office and you will now need to hire a new pope due to my emotional and physical issues being more profound and so my duties have been falling by the wayside and I have been informed that one person has stepped up to the plate with the desire of taking over my position and that is the man by the name of Lee Stein, a decent man, with health and the mindset in the realm of logic, good luck man may the new Pope Lee reign forever! When my resident Catholic, Hubby was asked what he thought of the candidate he said, once he stopped laughing he said, “aren’t Popes Catholic? The last Jew that represented the Catholics was Jesus!”
Oh wait… I’m not the pope and I live in Florida not Vatican City…nevermind…
On that note of some note, but ridiculousness, allow me to be the very first to wish all of you a very happy good night and may I kindly request all of you to count your blessings and share your overages with you know who and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?!